story time

I'm writing a story. I haven't written one in a long time. If I finish it on time I might actually enter it into a competition, because it was the competition theme that inspired me to write it. I was just typing up what I've written so far (because I always write by hand first) just to see how many words I'm at and I thought I'd share this snippet with you:

When I was young I used to imagine what it would have been like if he’d made it home that night. If wrong turns hadn’t existed, as if everything was circular and no matter how far away you went you always ended back home. My imaginary life was filled with laughter and whiskery kisses on my cheek. But I stopped myself – for her. I felt if I imagined too much she’d know and I couldn’t bear the thought of betraying her.

Let me know what you think :)